Evening Star
William Blake
Thou fair hair’d angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light,
Thy bright torch of love; Thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves; and when thou drawest the
Blue curtains, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep.
Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes
And wash the dusk with silver.
Soon, full, soon,
Dost thou withdraw; Then, the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares thro’ the dun forest.
The fleece of our flocks are covered with
Thy sacred dew; Protect them with thine influence.
Buon Weekend My Friend 🙂
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Anche tu, bella! 🙂
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Love the poem + picture!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Wow. Striking!
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That’s probably what your date said. 😉
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You’re so sweet 🙂
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Naw, just truthfully observant. 😉
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You flatterer 😉
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More like admiration, flattery will get you nowhere. 😉
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Very good! 😉
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Love this poem by Blake
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One of my favorites too, thanks.
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